Realization

Chapter 1: Realization
(M for Language)

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  America wasn't really paying attention to the world meeting as he pouted and doodled in his notebook. He was really supposed to be taking notes, but these meetings were soooo boooooring. The young nation just couldn't focus on anything the others were saying.

  Germany was currently at the podium, yelling at Italy for only mentioning pasta and shushing all the other countries that had started fighting again. 

  Normally Alfred would be yelling loud too but today he was just tired from actually trying to do paperwork yesterday so he wouldn't have any today. Now he was paying for it. Coffee, he needed coffee right now.

  Looking up from his notebook and rubbing his eyes he looked at the clock on the far wall across from him and groaned. There was about half an hour left before lunch break. He pouted again, rubbing his stomach as it started growling. He was hungry too. Hungry and tired were not a good combination for America, since it just made him lazy and particularly uninterested in everything. 

  He sighed before stretching out and yawning, blinking his bleary eyes before choosing to look around the room.

  Currently he was sandwiched between England and France, who were probably bickering at the moment but he wasn't listening. As Germany sat down, he saw Italy start talking to him while Romano, the Italian's younger brother, got after him for talking with the 'potato bastard'. Spain sitting next to Romano tried to calm him down with tomatoes but he wouldn't listen. 

  Then, turning his head, Alfred's eyes met the gaze of Russia. America's expression showed distaste as the Russian smiled all child-like before he turned away to focus on the next country taking position up at the podium. 'Commie.' Alfred thought to himself.

  Bored again, no longer wanting to look at the other nations, America turned his face back down to his notebook. The page was covered with American flags, burgers, stars, and superheroes. For the first time since that meeting started, a little smile spread across his face and he picked up his pen again, opening a new page too start some more doodles.

  Before his pen his the paper though, the timer went off, signaling that it was finally time to eat. 

  He looked up quickly, then stood up, almost knocking his chair over in his haste to get food. At the prospect of eating he had more energy than before as he got into the elevator and kept pressing the first floor button over and over, hoping it would somehow take him down faster. 

  Once the doors closed, he realized that he wasn't the only one in the elevator. The other occupants were England, France, Italy, Germany, and Russia.

  "Oi! You bloody git, quit pressing the button already!" England snapped as he slapped Alfred's hand away from the button. 

  "Hey! I'm just trying to get something to eat old man!" America fired back, rolling his eyes playfully and grinning. Before Arthur could retort back, he felt something on his backside and turned around quickly, only to come face to face with France. 

  "Keep your hands off me you perverted frog!" he yelled, whipping around and preparing to punch the Frenchman in the gut.

  As the fighting between England and France started again, America watched the numbers on the counter get lower as they travelled to the first floor. On the other side of the elevator, Italy was clinging to Germany's arm and asking if they could get pasta for lunch. Covering his face with his hand, Germany said yes, which in turn made Italy's smile bigger as he thanked the other man.

  "They love to fight, do they not?" said a voice next to Alfred, and he looked up while turning to his left to see Russia. Once again tired, he made no comment to anger the Russian and instead shrugged his shoulders.

  "Seems like it. They're always fighting over everything." he replied before focusing his eyes back on the floor counter. Russia as well looked to the counter to see that they were on the third floor now. 

  "Da." 

  That was the end of the small conversation, if you could call it that. A few moments later, the doors finally opened and Alfred dashed out of the elevator, the other countries filing out as well. 

  "Oh, Americka." Russia said, and America turned around to see him still standing in the elevator. 

  "Yes?" he drawled out, tilting his head and showing an expression that said he really didn't want to talk to the other nation right now. America never liked interacting with Russia, not only because he was a communist but also because just being next to him gave the younger nation a weird feeling. America didn't quite know what that feeling was but he didn't like it.

  "See you at the meeting after lunch, da?" 

  At this, America just nodded as he felt his face get slightly warm, before turning around and walking away. Behind him, Russia stood with a smile as the metal elevator doors closed.

  Shoving his hands in his pockets, America realized that his cheeks were still warm and put a hand to his face. Warm. 

  The only time they were ever like that was when he was training for a long time, angry, or...or...

  His eyes widened as he stopped in his tracks completely, standing straight as the hand he had on his face fell limply at his side. People gave him strange looks as they passed him in the lobby but he could really care less right now, for he had just made two realizations.

  One, he was sure he was falling in love, with Russia of all people, and two, falling in love was definitely something America couldn't do, because it turned him into 'that'.

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  + So yup, first chapter is done. ^^; I hope you liked it, and sorry it's so lame but it's the first chapter so yeah. :P I promise it'll get better! ^-^ Since things will start happening in the next chapter hopefully.